We got out of the car and they came running.
For a moment it felt like a stampede.
Mattie began screaming. Jack started backing away.
That's when momma pulled out the bread, and all returned to normal.
We were able to watch, observe, draw and follow.
Some weren't even ducks. I'm guessing this one is a turkey.
Though this was weeks ago at an industrial park near our home, the funny thing about looking for something is that before you know it that thing starts showing up everywhere. Like at the National Mall or in Georgetown on the Potomac River.
And a whole lot of places in between.